[Bites down a groan, enjoying not only what Harry is doing to his neck but also how hard he feels against him. How needy he sounds just from him talking like he is. He considers opening his pants to relieve him a little but decides against it. Instead he lets his hand wander to his stomach, then he slips his fingers under the waistline. He keeps his touch there light while he grinds down against him, hard.]
You're so hard for me... Can you really come just from this?